This is a song about "Before the breaking of dawn"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Rude and the total opposite of before

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm breaking free of these shackles

Breaking molds that grow on the inside of eyelids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

The ramadan the start of dawn to qur'an where they look upon,

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's